“This is really going to hurt,” she said gently.
I was left tied in the chair while Angie took Laura into her bedroom and gave her a massage with baby oil to ease her wounds. I felt empty and sad. I knew the night was going to be a tough one. Lou had been whispering things to me as I sat there – telling me about what she intended to do. She told me how she was looking forward to me moving in next year, and how she was planning to make my life a living hell. She kissed my n*****s gently and massaged my aching balls for me.
Angie came back and sat on my lap again. She reached behind me and unbuckled the gag. She told Lou to pass her some tissues and a glass of water and she held it to my lips to sip.
“Thank you, Mistress Angie,” I whispered hoarsely.
“John, you’re really a very, very int
